Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 357 leidimas,2 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, By R. Taylor and Company, 1805 |
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... before been told , This Stripling , sportive , gay , and bold , And with his dancing crest So beautiful , through savage lands Had roamed about with vagrant bands Of Indians in the West . The wind , the tempest roaring high , The tumult ...
... before been told , This Stripling , sportive , gay , and bold , And with his dancing crest So beautiful , through savage lands Had roamed about with vagrant bands Of Indians in the West . The wind , the tempest roaring high , The tumult ...
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... stance from the Quantock Hills . These Hills , which are alluded to a few Stanzas below , are extremely beautiful , and in most places richly covered with Coppice woods . A Barn her winter bed supplies ; But till the 114.
... stance from the Quantock Hills . These Hills , which are alluded to a few Stanzas below , are extremely beautiful , and in most places richly covered with Coppice woods . A Barn her winter bed supplies ; But till the 114.
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... thou art one On fire with thy impatience to become An inmate of these mountains , if , disturbed By beautiful conceptions , thou hast hewn Out of the quiet rock the elements Of thy trim mansion destined soon to blaze In snow 118.
... thou art one On fire with thy impatience to become An inmate of these mountains , if , disturbed By beautiful conceptions , thou hast hewn Out of the quiet rock the elements Of thy trim mansion destined soon to blaze In snow 118.
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... beautiful a sun , So sad a sigh has brought ? " A second time did Matthew stop ; And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain - top , To me he made reply : " Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind A day ...
... beautiful a sun , So sad a sigh has brought ? " A second time did Matthew stop ; And fixing still his eye Upon the eastern mountain - top , To me he made reply : " Yon cloud with that long purple cleft Brings fresh into my mind A day ...
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... loose their carols when they please , Are quiet when they will . " With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth , and their old age Is beautiful and free : " But we are pressed by heavy laws ; And f 5 129.
... loose their carols when they please , Are quiet when they will . " With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth , and their old age Is beautiful and free : " But we are pressed by heavy laws ; And f 5 129.
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137 psl. - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.
136 psl. - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own.
137 psl. - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; » Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the storm Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy.
52 psl. - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
73 psl. - But never reached the town. The wretched parents all that night Went shouting far and wide: But there was neither sound nor sight To serve them for a guide. At daybreak on a hill they stood That overlooked the moor; And thence they saw the bridge of wood, A furlong from their door. They wept - and, turning homeward, cried, "In heaven we all shall meet"; - When in the snow the mother spied The print of Lucy's feet.
107 psl. - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake, With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
224 psl. - He may return to us. If here he stay, What can be done? Where every one is poor, What can be gained?
142 psl. - Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can Fresh water from the brook as clear as ever ran ; And twice in the day when the ground is wet with dew I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.
220 psl. - Receiving from his Father hire of praise ; Though nought was left undone which staff, or voice, Or looks, or threatening gestures, could perform. But soon as Luke, full ten years old, could stand Against the mountain blasts ; and to the heights, Not fearing toil, nor length of weary ways, He with his Father daily went, and they...
74 psl. - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.